THE BLACK PHONE IMAGINES/PREFERENCES

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 | bruce yamada

REQUESTED BY: @Rosemary992496 

Orange and violet hues decorated the horizon as you sat on a picnic blanket, taking in the fresh air you desperately needed after a long day. The cool breeze blew on your body, causing your skin to prickle. Summer days like these were your favorite— it wasn't hot.

The day faded into the night while you sat by Bruce Yamada, strumming a guitar. He had asked you out the week prior, making your heart skip a beat. No one had ever invited you out to date— and most of all, it was Bruce Yamada.

A few strands of his hair blew into his face as he focused on an unfamiliar tune. You watched him admirably while his fingertips gently strummed the steel strings. The boy looked up momentarily and smiled at the girl he had loved for years, his cheeks heating up slightly. He couldn't believe you said yes.

You took a piece of chocolate and popped it in your mouth. "Did you write that song?" You asked as he looked at you through his eyebrows. 

"Yeah, I did," Bruce responded, stopping his consistent plucking. "You know, I also wrote. . . lyrics!"

You raised your eyebrows, and your lips curled into a sweet grin. "Ooh, that's new," you beamed.

Bruce took a strawberry from the picnic basket and bit it before picking up his guitar once more. "You want to hear it?" He offered. "I don't have the best voice."

You scoffed, throwing a piece of chocolate sitting in your palm. He held his hands against his face to defend himself, an angelic laugh escaping his perfect lips. "What?" He chuckled.

"C'mon, you probably have the voice of a pop singer," You replied.

"Nah, I'm sure I don't."

Shrugging your shoulders, you got up from your seat and settled beside Bruce, watching his fingers glide over the neck of the guitar, attempting to find the correct chords. He swallowed anxiously, making you grin subtly. It was funny how Bruce was always so nervous around you— he was the confident and bold boy every girl fell in love with, yet he couldn't be within three feet of you without blushing.

Bruce contemplated whether he should play the song he wrote. The thing was, the song was about you. You and Bruce had only been close for a few months— four at most, yet he was head over heels for you. 

"Bruce, play the song!"

"Fine!" He gave in to your pleads, pressed his fingers on the strings, and began strumming. It was a beautiful romantic tune that reminded you of the warm sun ahead resting on your face.

Unexpectedly, he began to sing.

'Well, it's too soon to give up on tonight
I haven't had the chance to show you my moves, and I
I think you'd like to see why they would call me Mr. Dynamite

I could show you while we dance the night away
Baby, we can try to
Make the world spin slower
We can take our time
And get to know each other over cherry wine

You watched in surprise at his perfect voice that serenaded you. You began to lean toward his body unconsciously but jerked slightly once your cheek hit his shoulder. He chuckled between his tune, causing you to beam like an idiot.

I've been waiting on this dance floor
Made for two (Babe)
Won't you show me just what you can do?
I don't wanna waste your time
So please just have me for tonight?
Dance


Yeah, I said, "Let's dance the night away,"
Baby, we can try to
Make the world spin slower
We can take our time
And get to know each other over cherry wine
Oh, I, dance the night away
Baby, we can try to
Make the world spin slower
We can take our time

The strumming faded into the breeze before he slowly stopped playing, watching your head leave his body, feeling upset he couldn't ask you to stay on his shoulder for eternity.

"Wow," You exhaled in surprise, pleased that you got to hear that beautiful song. "Who was that about?" You questioned, reaching over to turn on the radio only to listen to a different romantic song blast from the speakers.

"You."

The only word that left his lips caught you by surprise, swallowing nervously. No guy would ever write a song about you.

"Me?" You questioned, the song still playing in the background.

"Yeah, who else would it be?" 

Your heart exploded into tiny pieces as your eyes enlarged. You moved part of your hair from your forehead as you looked down nervously, attempting to hide your bashfulness. "I liked it a lot," you remarked. 

Bruce placed the guitar on the neat grass before standing up. He looked down at you, a smirk creeping upon his face. "Care to dance?"

"Of course," you blushed, standing up with him. He slowly took your hand, and with his free one, he placed it hesitantly against your waist as you started to move rhythmically with the romantic tune. Bruce hummed along quietly, causing you to chuckle admirably.

You two spun around the picnic blanket as the sun illuminated your faces. It was challenging to break eye contact as it made you nervous by the minute. Before you realized it, you and Bruce were only inches away from each other.

Bruce decided to close the space between you two and pressed his lips softly on yours before separating quickly. You gasped slightly, both of you almost as red as a tomato. You glanced at the view, realizing that everything at that moment was perfect. The song he had written for you, the song you were currently dancing to, the gorgeous sunset, and that he had kissed you.

Once again, you kissed him again, feeling him smile into the kiss. It seemed like fireworks had exploded in your stomach during those short moments. That was when you realized you wanted to spend forever with him.

It was the best day of your life. 

—4/26/2023

A/N:
thank you, rosemary, for requesting this :)) I hope you enjoyed